
I am a grouch and firmly convinced that the place for snow is on the top of mountains and on Christmas cards.
This weather improves my humour not at all!!!!!
The cats are going stir crazy - they refuse to parade outside in that wet, white stuff and are ,consequently, getting on one another's nerves.
Jags is recovering from his surgery and is remarkably chipper for a boy who was at death's door last week.
He has adopted our latest family member and it is so sweet to see this big lad and such a tiny girl curled up together.
The arrival of Tilly has put the cat amongst the pigeons (almost literally) but she has too good an outcross pedigree to miss. I didn't intend to bring in any more babies, at least for the time being, but she will be another girl for Bill late next year (all being well).
